It's already been a whirlwind summer ... and we are not even through June.
I drove 11 1/2 hours to Oak Island, North Carolina--without Pos: just me and the kids--to make a last minute vacation happen with family and friends.
It was a blast! The weather was great, the kids had a great time and the gin and tonics were superb!!
Then five days later, I drove another 11 1/2 hours back home. I think if I never see I-95 (and that godawful loop around D.C.!!) I won't be sad.
And then I'm home barely 24 hours when I get the call.
My granddad is finally passing and my mom is absolutely distraught.
I'm torn: #1 I want to go and support her and my sister. #2 I've already said my goodbyes to the lovely old man last year: I don't want my last memory of him to be that of a unrecognizable shell. #3 I want to be here, with Pos and the kids: I don't want to experience the gamut of emotion that's sure to greet me when I get there.
But I'm going. Today. And I'll be gone for a whole week. Not knowing what to expect.
My granddad passed away last night. He quietly drifted off, in his own bed, with his eldest daughter at his side.
I'm going home to be with my family, but I just know that I'll be torn the whole time I'm there. Deep down, and true to my nature, I simply want to be in my own home with my own family grieving in my own way.